One of the moods is called aware, but not the English word, aware. It's a Japanese word that Watts describes as "extremely untranslatable." He characterizes the mood as "that moment of crisis between seeing the transience of the world with sorrow and regret, and seeing it as the very form of the Great Void." All there is. Transcending the duality of knowing and not-knowing.
His example, attributed to Basho, translated by Blyth (see text and footnote on p. 184):
The stream hides itself
In the grasses
Of departing autumn.
Which inspired me, having just completed another couple of hours of work in the fall garden, to express aware through Ikebana and haiku:
|First frost scares no flower|
Leaves don't decide to fall
Bulbs up already.
It's not just that there will be a spring, but that it inheres in fall. And it does not care. And yet!
And the class is wonderful -- Austin Zen Center, taught by Joe Hall. He inspires us all!